Before that, before I’d walked off from her, she’d fastened my shirt by one more button. “It looks better this way,” she’d said. I liked to wear my shirts a little open, the way James Spader characters did in his early movies, when I was young. But when I asked her if she were sure and she said, “One thousand percent,” I believed her. Even though I didn’t know where she got her authority, I believed her.
The End of a Marriage
She thought it was old-fashioned, in a way, the way they married. There they were, a hip couple of Baltimore artists, Billy a musician and she a painter, living in the eclectic neighborhood of Mt Vernon. They were not the type, she thought, who got married because of an accidental pregnancy. And they did not do it because it was the right thing to do, though their Midwestern upbringing could have arisen something ingrained in them. They did it because, at the time, it "felt" right.
The Golden Stairway to Heaven
“This is radio station WAST, the wackiest station in the nation blasting out at you with a zillion megawatts of pure rock right here in downtown Little Falls and I’m Don Zingo your favorite DJ here to zap you and zing you with the sounds of tomorrow today.
Safe House
“You’re an intellectual and a revisionist.”
“You take that back!”
“Lower your voices! The neighbors.”
“The neighbors? The neighbors are with us.”
“Not anymore.”
Euphoria is Just Around the Corner
Mom picked up a plant from the sale cart. It looked as miserable as the ones already populating her shabby garden, "Dead Man’s Corner", as Dad called it.
Who Will Catch You In the Middle of All This?
“If a lot of famous artists from the twentieth century killed themselves trying to produce work while supporting themselves when the cost of living was lower…I mean, imagine how much more difficult it is for us now.”
“Yeah.”